*L.C.I.B. - "LOW CLASS IGNORANT BASTARD"

Sunday, March 10, 2013

For those of you who are awake, you might find some
corrosive, disdainful, and some light-hearted fun poked upon some members of
the human race – past, present and future. There is much correlation in history
owing to the fact that humans rise to their ultimate extremes, sometimes the
lowest common denominator or the past of least resistance. There are very few
differences between, let us say Caligula, Gotti, Hitler, Dick Cheney, Joseph
McCarthy, The Koch Bros., Osama Bin Laden, or Idi Amin The NRA: you to get the
picture. Injustice is the single most killer of mankind I sincerely believe
criminals and monsters are basically psychologically conservative, (There are
studies linking intelligence and conservatism: the lower the IQ, the more
reactionary and act from fear and repression within themselves… Have often have
you heard political fights over who is more conservative than the other:
utterly stupid); Republicans/Conservatives/Tea Party lie to the public to
protect their wealth and their greed for power and disdain for the poor
therefore creating havoc, destruction and stirring up hatred and fear… It’s
Three-Card Monty in a global scale… Their favorite technique is a psychological
impurity: projection. Blame the opposition for what they are doing themselves.

All GOP language is coded… for example, when they refer
to our America they are referring to “R” America. Small business refers to
closely held concerns like the Carlyle Group. Health is the oil industry and so
on – totally in reverse. "No child left behind..." - a "No
child" = Black or "Mud" (Any and every child not one of ours can
take a hike, that goes without saying…).

They are fear mongers and their current public ugliness
has no shame - a total lack of common decency, they enjoy it. The “tax”
issue is what they are really after… the see the United States Treasury as a
piggy bank. We should all remember they have millions and millions of shares of
stock, bonds and other assets.

There’s and old expression that applies: Sugar coated
shit is still shit. They are aware of the fact that they can’t expose what they
are; the last time that happened was in 1792 French revolution… Male domination
of religion is also a contributing factor: Jesus would never vote for a
Republican let alone be one…

On the other hand there were giants, coming from the
same framework Joan of Arc, Gandhi, Darwin, (Lincoln and TR would be Democrats
today), Mandela, MLK, JFK, Jackie Robinson, – they on the other
hand, had guts. The Democrats/Labor/Progressives is the only salvation.

All of life can
be pretty foolish from time to time; it helps to be awake and eternally vigilant.
There is no such thing as Left or Right in Politics only forward and backward…
Civilization evolves forward like the genetic code. Civilization evolves
forward like the genetic code:

Friday, July 20, 2012

JAY... We don't know what
to think of him. We have seen him at The J.F.K. School of Government at
Harvard. We have seen him at the Bowery Bar. We have seen him at The Ambassador
Grill; we have seen him at Mimi's Bar and Grill, The Collected Unconscious and
at The Bank of International Settlements. Who is he? What is he? He was born in
Machiavelli Wisconsin at the tender age of three. He was raised in Cuddling and
Huddling Against The World Free From Outside Influence, Massachusetts. But, at
seventeen, he left his peaceful mountain village to see New York and to chow
down some decent Meow Mix. For the next few years, he was thrown woman to woman
because he lacked the decency to say no. Later he would disappear from public
life saying only he wanted within himself to find the true meaning of the word
"yes". We asked him if he had, he said, "maybe". When in
New York, he was memorable as “PEANUT” in HOWDY DOODY. So enthralled with
himself from that appearance, he hasn't worked since. His remarkable band,
"L.C.I.B" conceived, "THE POWERS THAT BE", (their hit
Song"), in another song, "FROTHING FOR MY GIRL", Jay sings through his nose. In, "ASK DOCTOR JAY”, he was asked, "What made you
so very famous?" He paused and paused again, looked up and said, "I
guess my ability to...” and went to sleep.

I am aware to the fact that you are in need of
good people – the best people for your staff. Last be it from me to make a
suggestion that would in any way not to offer the best suggestion I can muster.

I am aware to the fact that you are in need of
something to enhance your prestige, (If that were ever possible), power and
performance: I will not neglect my duties as citizen!

I have years in jestering beginning with Lau Tzu
in the 6th century BC, up and including the present day… Think of the
possibilities! In cabinet meetings, executive vs. legislative battles, at the
judiciary, and a whole host of mighty important stuff. In Papal visits I am
without peer. In foreign policy and economic matters I can shine upon all the
rest… Just for you, Mr. President… You NEED a fool in the White House! A
confidant and Jester

My name is I
RATE VIEWER, (or if you prefer, IRATE VIEWER), and to amuse myself, I
browse through the medical journals to find “FREAKS OF NATURE”! And without even looking at them, I am
certain that there are women that exhibit CONSTANT ORGASM LASTING TWENTY-FIVE YEARS… OR LONGER!

And if you look around, you may find a few that fit the
bill… HILLARY CLINTON, LADY
GAGA, BEYONCE, CHRISTINE AGUILERA,
EVITA PERON, AND MADONNA!

I imagine LADY
GAGA would LIKE to
have a constant orgasm lasting twenty-five years or longer – HILLARY
CLINTON DOES!

But you have to look at the other side of the coin too… men
who have constant erection, HARD-ONS, lasting
twenty-five years or longer, (How exhausting!). And if you look around you may
find a few that fit the bill too…

Excuse, excuse, I didn’t want to break your train of
thought or interrupt your feelings… But I felt a need… A pain in my heart that
I would tell you what I am going to tell you…

It is an Old Italian Story; forgive me to tell it
because it is true.

It is a story of a SAD CLOWN. He could be happy clown, but he is
sad because he cannot express himself the way he wants to. He has tried and
tried and tried, and no matter he does, he cannot show himself for what he is –
for what he REALLY is!

His name, forgive me, his name is CONDOMO. Poor Condomo, poor
Condomo… He feel controlled, constricted, and constrained - trapped in a man’s
body with no place to go!

He meet his friends… LARGO,
SKITRZO, INTEMMEZZO AND OVARIO… But when he meet Largo, Skirtzo and Ovario,
He always meet INTERMEZZO! And he
retreats in his shell; he is a very, very, sad, sad, clown.

He has been accused of being cold, insensitive, unfeeling,
that’s not what he feel inside, no, he does not have a psychological problem,
in fact he feel like VESUVIUS, MT. ETNA, POMPEII AND KRACOTOA – He want to ERUPT! But he is a prisoner and
he is the prison – stuck in his position covered with a skin he cannot move. I
cannot find a costume for him in polite society – I do not have to describe
him, we all know him.

But the sad part about Condomo, he has brothers… And his brothers
is a happy happy clown. Their name is FOAMO
and inserto. And when he meet
Largo, Skirtzo and Ovario, they never meet Intermezzo. But, they have LARDO, LARDO.

Once upon a time there was a man in an Ivory Tower. The tower was so high; no one could reach it. He fortified his tower with a million pens… A pen is a gun you know that. He bought thousands upon thousands of pieces of paper upon which he could write, and he covered each and every piece of paper with his writing. He wrote for the left, he wrote for the right. He wrote for the North and South. He wrote for the East and West. And there is nothing he didn’t write about. He wrote to the King who was very busy. He wrote to the Queen, who was also very busy. He wrote to the Prince and Princess, but, alas, they were very busy as well. He wrote to everyone in the realm, but again, they were too busy. He didn’t know what to do. He wanted to make them laugh, but nobody was listening. He wanted to get paid for the writing he created so he could be protected from the cruel world and stay in his ivory tower. One day, he had no more money and the big bad landlord took away his ivory tower and everything he had. He took away everything he wrote too. The wicked landlord tried to steal all the writing, but before he could steal it, someone else threw it away… He worked all his life and had nothing to show for it, nothing to call his own. He had nothing, period. He didn’t know what to do, and he had no place to live. The ivory tower was the only home he ever knew. He was homeless. He tried to tell the people who he was and what had happened to him, but everyone thought he was crazy. No one would listen, and when you’re poor, no one does. They think only people who have money have something to say. He was mightily discouraged. “Why doesn’t anyone listen to me?” He asked himself, “It seems no one cares… It was hard to believe that no one cared… But that was the truth, no one does.” When he was living in his ivory tower, he thought that people might care, but his worst fears were confirmed. He was right. People didn’t care. It was hard to believe, but it was true. People only care about themselves, nobody else. That’s honesty he thought. So he decided to find other truths about life that other people could understand. How hard could it be? It was very hard. The homeless man was by himself, and he found another truth about life he already knew… That everybody was alone too. The people still wouldn’t listen, but he felt better about it because he remembered that no one cared… That gave him peace of mind.

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